The equinox day feels so crisp
Like the fresh dollar bill I exchange for that first cappuccino
Before I take that windowless drive home
As I blare the highway blues.

My left arm swims in the air
As my right steers and feeds
That liquid gold coursing through my bones-
I realize I'm at home.

I am aligned at the point
Where the day is equal
And everything is cool-
Ready to sleep.

David croons a tune
"Where                         The
             are         now?        moment
                     we                                   you
                                                                     know
You know, you know?"

It resonates like a bonfire
With that gusty chill
Blowing through my ears
In a clear, moonlit sky.

I park at the side of an old country road
And sit on the hood of my metal bucket
To breathe in relief...
To exhale that spice...
To be.

Peering through the windowpane-
Standing stained, I watch you pained-
The torment of your disdain-
Is where my happiness lies in lock and chain-

I'm here in the rain-
Droplets scatter in the wind like the thoughts in my brain-
Why don't you notice and let me in?
You open a window, and the scent of the atmosphere mixes with the
Salt of your skin-

Today, I'm coming in...

I love you.
I'll **** you.
I need you.
Be mine.

Your lace lined silk gown
The number that lay gently draped over porcelain shoulders-
The one that's older than our folders filled with love notes,
None bolder within the eyes of the beholder.

The one colored black, and lace of white, discolored in smoke,
The one you wore when the fire broke-
And razed the physical memories, and you choked.

The only thing you had left on your beautiful form
When I met you in the eye of that storm-
Took you to a new home and kept you warm...

I'll always remember the flow of your swaying hips,
Creating an ocean of smoothest waves,
And your smile at the high tides of your face
When I brought out a needle and thread
To patch your slightly worn,
Sweetly torn gown and soul.

                   I only ever wanted you comfortable, my love.

Look, if you will, into my emerald stained glass picture in motion-
Do they follow your expressions?
Your subtle gestures, or the part of your lips, tracking vibration?
Take a glance into the unknown as strangers do walking by on crowded city
Streets,
Saying hello as a consolation prize simply because they exist-
And hey, that's cool for a glance...

But I want to invite you to the big dance,
To take a chance and fill my void,
Because I want to connect with something in a mind where the lights are off
And nobody's home.

You see my greens... I see black and I don't care,
And I can't destroy what isn't there-
My heart is tired and my thoughts are scared when you kiss that void,
Creating embers that flare...

I crave to share in hopes that I'll find that similar mind
So we can work together,
Burning the midnight oil that sets my soul on fire.